In the July 1990 issue of Cat Fancy, another great friend and TNR advocate, author Ellen Perry Berkeley wrote the article Feral Cats, highlighting a few ground-breaking programs tackling the feral cat issue including Annabell’s dedicated work. I immediately reached out to both women, as I had been working on a feral cat colony in Adams Morgan, Washington D.C. and had discovered the bias and animosity towards feral cats by the animal movement at that time.
Annabell called me right away after receiving my letter, and her and her husband, Stanley drove down to Maryland to meet me. Annabell was ecstatic that I was thinking of starting the first national organization to promote and advocate TNR, Alley Cat Allies.
In 1997 I founded Alley Cat Rescue, having left Alley Cat Allies, and Annabell and I continued our friendship and she helped financially to start ACR. Over the years we often spoke together on panel discussions on TNR and developed an amazing friendship and bond.
She called me at least twice a month over the years, and we had a lot of laughs about our work and the initial reaction to TNR by major groups. One CEO of a national animal group, when he heard Annabell was doing TNR said to her: “oh so you have become a cat hoarder”. I shared with her how I had been called many things on my rounds to debate TNR with folks from major animal organizations saying I was “dumping” cats, and my TNR was illegal, and calling me all kinds of names as well. We both held on to our firm belief that what we were doing was ethically right and moral, and that they would all learn this in the future. Which in fact become true as one by one over the years, they changed their minds and started advocating for TNR.
She shared funny stories of her and Stanley leaving to vacation on Martha’s Vineyard and the battle they had rounding up her dozen cats, many feral, in their apartment in New York City to go with them to the Island.
I recently visited her in New York City after she had suffered a stroke, and she had had a bad day and did not really remember me. But we chatted and I had breakfast with her. Then in 2015 a miracle happened. My phone rang and I saw it was A’Bell’s phone number. At first I was afraid to answer the phone expecting the worst. But I picked up and it was the old Annabell calling me! She had just received a copy of my Handbook I had written, and she was calling to congratulate me on the book and saying how much she enjoyed it! We chatted a long time. But a week later when I called her again, she was back to struggling with her memory and said: “Well if you say you are a friend, you must be a cat person!”
Rest in peace Dear Friend. One person told her once when they talked about growing old: “Annabell God is probably a big black cat!”